CIAN
the eye
"Come—" Cian's voice carries toward the door even as he remains seated at his desk. The Eye is not the sort of servants, but as busy as he is, he hasn't the time to be opening doors when the men and women of his employ have perfectly good hands with which to do so.
Seated at a rather grand desk before a floor-to-ceiling window, the Eye looks over various papers with a hardened and focused denim-blue stare. The rest of the office is carpeted in deep red, boasting intimidating bookcases which are filled from bottom to top. There is also a rather lovely and ornate fireplace, bordered by a couch and two chairs. However given the cleanliness of the room and the relative chaos of Cian's desk, it's clear where the Eye spends most of his time.
Seated at a rather grand desk before a floor-to-ceiling window, the Eye looks over various papers with a hardened and focused denim-blue stare. The rest of the office is carpeted in deep red, boasting intimidating bookcases which are filled from bottom to top. There is also a rather lovely and ornate fireplace, bordered by a couch and two chairs. However given the cleanliness of the room and the relative chaos of Cian's desk, it's clear where the Eye spends most of his time.
